How can you go home when your last memory is of dying?

About the Girl

I am the Girl with the Octopus Heart, or rather, Hearts. Heartbreak must be excruciating for the octopus who has three delicate hearts. Do they all break at the same time? Do they take turns with the stronger supporting the weaker? Maybe one of the hearts never breaks. Oh, to be that lucky heart. I am just a girl who found herself on the other end of infidelity. While one of my hearts went into mourning, the other two kept creating. One of my hearts belongs to art. Another belongs to storytelling. The last belongs to the gloaming. All are haunted.